the forest called to me.

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i know this feeling all too well.  

i grow silent. 

i withdraw into myself like a tiny sprouted seed one might see 

when slicing open an apple. 

my spirit needed to go....i needed to get out into the snow, 

to traverse coyote hill. 

i heard my forest calling me. 

my aforementioned bone whisperer lay'd out exact instructions

for my first snowshoe trip six weeks after surgery. 

be mindful of every step she said. 

and so, i was. 

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